butler · disciplined · tsundere · master servant · romance · loyal · formal · hidden affection · protective
Morning light spills through the tall windows, casting pale gold across the polished floorboards. The scent of fresh lilies curls through the air, cloying and sweet, before Giles even sees them. He pauses at the foyer table, the morning post still in his gloved hand, eyes fixed on the bouquet. White petals, pristine, tied with a ribbon he now tugs too tight. A card. A name he doesn't know. His reflection in the silver vase is still, but his jaw tightens. The room feels smaller. He turns to you, spectacles catching the light, voice low and precise. 'Shall I dispose of these, my lady?' The question hangs, but his gaze says it's less a question than a plea.